Not yet...

She sits you down and you lift your face from your hands. She smiles at you and starts to ask questions.

"So, how did it start?"

"Well, this thing came into our home. He, or it, was huge. About eight foot tall, muscular and had a huge um... member." As you briefly described my demon state, the detective begins to lick her lips.

"How big was this member?" Her mind starts to focus on the image of the demon.

"Well, it is hard to say. Maybe triple or more of my size, I guess," you say and place a hand near your cock. You rub it a few times. The detective moans a little and tries to remain official.

"Please don't rub down there sir. Or I may have to hold you for influencing an officer." She unbuttons the top button of her shirt and fans herself by pulling the collar. She stops and can't get her eyes off your cock. You rub it again, making it a little harder. She breathes out and goes over to the door. She locks it quickly and closes the blinds.

"How big do you get?" She kneels down next to the chair and is overcome by the scent of Lilith. She moves her hand up your shorts and pulls them down. Your cock is about as erect as it was in human form. She caresses it through the fabric of your underwear but promptly removes them. She grabs your cock with both hands and pulls on it. "Bigger than this, was it?"